Thursday, January 21, 2010

Since I’m operating on little sleep this morning (teething ten-month-old, enough said) and my brain in entirely fixed on crawling back into bed for another hour since the baby just went back to bed, this is probably going to be a short post. Of course had I done this last night...but that would mean confronting my procrastinating head-on, and well, there’s always tomorrow for that.

In case you haven’t already bought your copy ;) Primal Attraction is now available from Samhain Publishing. This is the second book in my gargoyle series, but can be read on its own. If you adore stubborn alpha males as much as I do, along with kickass heroines, then you’ll want to keep reading.

But first the blurb:

He’ll stop at nothing to claim her… If she doesn’t kill him first.

A lethal huntress, Sorcha lives to track and eliminate rogue immortals—until her latest assignment turns out to be a sexy, gargoyle shape-shifter. From the start she’s shaken by the lust his touch awakens inside her. Not only that, but the cat is convinced she’s his mate, and for the first time, she’s unable to kill her target.

Still mourning the loss of his mate, Cale is stunned to find Sorcha alive. Yet the woman he aches to possess doesn’t recognize him and is after the only thing that will save his brother—a mystical weapon that will lead to Excalibur.

Determined to protect his family and reclaim his mate, Cale ruthlessly takes advantage of Sorcha’s one weakness—her desire for him. Desire that could unlock their past…or cause him to lose her all over again.

TEASER

“You’re faking?”

He craned his neck to see. “Feels worse than it looks.”

She jerked at the armor, exposing the minor flesh wound. “It’s just a scratch.”

“Well that should make you feel better.”

Sneaky son of a bitch. “You tricked me.” Stealthy and cunning. She might have approved of the cat’s methods if she didn’t hate how knowing he wasn’t seriously injured actually made her feel better.

“You were the one who stabbed me.”

Sorcha shoved him off her, satisfied when his head thunked on the floor. “Maybe a second time will actually get the job done.” She reached for her sword.

One solid arm caught her around the waist, flipping her on to her back. Fully recovered from his scratch, Callaghan hovered above her, one hand flattened on either side of her body.

She couldn’t even lie to herself about not liking the way his eyes had gone all cat on her. Knowing she could push him to the edge of losing his cool helped make up for how much she wanted him to kiss her. The worst of it was how little she cared that kissing him complicated her life.

Complicated everything.

Not that she’d made up her mind to actually let him, but the memory of earlier had her gaze sliding down to his mouth. That fluttery feeling was back in her stomach, making her skin hot and her insides ever hotter.

“You never told me what you’re doing here.”

“It isn’t obvious?”

She shook her head, watching as his head lowered. Or was that her arching up? Either way, she snared his shirt, closing the distance.